Magic is what we invent when we want something we think we cant have.

The area was encompassed in a bubble of warm, fragrant steam from the funnel cake deep fryers. It smelled like sweet vanilla cake batter you licked off a spoon.

When your cup is empty, you do not mourn what is gone. Because if you do, you will miss the opportunity to fill it again.

Why were girls in such a hurry to grow up? Agatha would never understand. Childhood was magical. Leaving it behind was a magnificent loss.

Everything had felt so precarious since her mother's death, like she was walking on a bridge made of paper.

Children always know when their mothers are crazy - they just never admit it, not out loud, to anyone.

You're dying with the way things are," Della Lee said harshly, causing Josey to lower the handful of popcorn she was about to put in her mouth. "You're going to lose yourself in this, Josey. It's going to happen if you don't change. I know. I lost myself trying to find happiness in things that didn't love me back.